In awe of a view full of statues, a man becomes one of them.
Fadhil gets crazy when surrounded by his friends smoking their cigrattes, meanwhile there's none left for him to smoke.
From words that intersect without ever really meeting, we see a soul that sees too much and another that understands too little, leaving a subtle trace of the emptiness of the human mind when it tries to be understood.
While the men chatted here and there, Alvian admitted that he did not want to worship on Friday because even though there is a God, he would swear.
